[ Action | Open ] Backdated to morning/afternoon
[ For anyone passing by, Diva's just a young girl poised over a sketchpad and colored chalk scattered on the grass next to her. She was trying things. Trying to be more exact, trying to replicate the things she's seeing in front of her. She's not succeeding, but she doesn't care, not when she's finally convinced someone to guide her. She just needed something to show him first.
Looking up, she'll be eying the first person and others after that who comes her way with a smile. She needed a model; flowers just weren't cutting it. ]